Not Your Hero ✔

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Percy happily went to the Athena cabin. He was helping Annabeth move out and into her own place in Olympus, and he helped her design her own cabin here in Camp Half-Blood. Annabeth. Percy knew his time was limited with his Wisegirl. But he wanted to keep her for as long as he could. When he got to the cabin, the door was cracked. Sure it was a prank, Percy knocked on the door and the door opened wider. On one of her sibling's bunks, Percy saw Annabeth Chase, his Wisegirl, making out with some guy. Percy knocked on the wall to get their attention. "I honestly don't know who's going to be the most pissed off, me because you're cheating on me, or your sister Cassidy because you're fucking a Tyche kid on her bed." He says. Annabeth's eyes widened. "I'm so sorry Percy. It's just-" Percy rolled his eyes and put his hand up to silence her. "I'll leave you to it. Just so you know, I'm done with you."
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Percy rolled out of bed and landed with a thud on the floor of his cabin. He was miserable. It'd been a month since he and Annabeth split and she was doing her very best to make his life suck. And she was doing an astonishing job of it.

But it wasn't that that made him miserable. He'd lost many friends over the month with the increasing monster attacks. Clarisse was killed protecting a younger sibling who ended up dying anyway, Will was struck down by the Minotaur, Katie was slaughtered by a group of monsters while she and a few others were patrolling, Travis was killed shortly after in a different attack, and Coach Hedge... There was nothing left of him. And Percy hadn't shed a tear. It hurt more than words can describe, but no tears ever came. He lost his parents too. A mortal murder.

And it seemed that proved Annabeth's 'point'. How everyone who loves him will end up dying a painful death. How Percy had no heart and that he wouldn't care if they died. He wouldn't shed a tear.

Percy wanted to cry. He wanted to sob while eating homemade blue chocolate chip cookies with his mom and Paul and eating ice cream with his little sister Estelle and his little brother P.J. But he couldn't. And he never would. He'd seemed to have lost his ability to cry. And Sally and Paul had met a premature death. Estelle and P.J. had been dragged into the mythology world because they had no other living relatives and Percy couldn't let go of his last living family. Speaking of which...

Poseidon had let them sleep in his cabin along with Percy. They hadn't woken up yet. Even when Percy fell out of his bed. He finally picked himself off the floor. He always slept in his clothes so he just got up and walked out of the cabin. If Estelle or P.J. woke up they knew not to leave the cabin. There, they are protected by Poseidon. Percy wouldn't put it pass Annabeth to harm a 13-year-old girl and a 9-year-old boy.

I saw Annabeth with some guy. It's not the same blond guy, who is the father of Annabeth's firstborn, or even the fathers of her 2 kid or 3rd kid. It's only been a month and she's already on her fourth baby daddy. She'd apparently used the goddess thing- when you could give birth whenever you wanted to. Those kids would come back at thirteen-if they live that long-and will be the first 'Annabeth campers'. She has her own cabin, own table, her kids will even have to give her offerings. Percy felt bad for them.

As soon as he stepped out of his cabin, he was greeted with cold glares. There were a few people who looked sympathetic. But Percy didn't want any sympathy. He strode over to his table with his head high, got three plates of food, sacrificed from each plate, and walked back to his cabin. He knew that if he showed one little weak point, they'd eat him alive. So he stood strong.

When he got back to his cabin, his sister and brother were already awake. "Breakfast kiddos." Percy faked the cheerfulness in his voice. It was enough to fool P.J., but Estelle knew better, and looked at him somberly. For a second, for a quick second, he saw his mother in her eyes. The sky blue eyes and brown hair. She was a mini mom. And it hurt to look at her. P.J. With the sky blue eyes and black hair also reminded me of her. They had so much in common with Paul too.

They ate their food silently, P.J. occasionally tossing some food up to catch it in his mouth.

After they finished, they went to the training room to begin their daily training. They were both fully human, but living surrounded by demigods put them in danger. They needed to know how to protect themselves. And even though Percy was a shunned demigod, he was still one of the most skilled fighters in the camps, both Roman and Greek.

And because of this, the two children of Sally Jackson were two of the most talented young fighters in the camp, Estelle starting at 9 and P.J. starting at the tender age of 5. Paul and Sally were reluctant to give them training, but both children had the power of the Sight and could easily spot the monsters and already knew about them. And the same went for monsters, which was dangerous since Percy was possibly the most hated among demigods to the monsters.

The horn blew, resounding through the camp. Percy instantly stopped, getting geared up and helping his siblings get ready too. They rushed out together before splitting up, Estelle and P.J. running to help out with the youngest children, and Percy to fight.

Monsters were everywhere, and Percy gripped Riptide and slashed.